I have only half a memory. I am but half of something that once was. I was once the darker portion of a god torn between light and dark. I remember clearly the sundering where the essence that is now my being was detached from that host and cast down. That battle was a close one. Now, my essence having fallen to earth and taken the form of man, I am but a shadow of my former self, or should I say selves? I retain the darker powers that that celestial being possessed but was too 'holy' and 'righteous' to use. Morality; such a fickle thing. Though it seems so far away, my memory of that being, it has been only a few decades, according to this earth's time.
For a long time I wandered. This earthly tabernacle which my essence formed to contain my sundered spirit grows more similar to man's; I hunger, I thirst, I have physical form to carry out my own wishes and designs, and, unfortunately, I sleep. And I dream. Such a unique experience, dreaming. They, we, do not dream in the celestial realm. But I accept it as it further distances me from those self-proclaimed leaders of all.
Now, I travel now to a place I have heard of across this small globe, a place becoming more and more shrouded in myth, legend, and the fantastic. This place, this Titan City, intrigues me. There are, supposedly, beings gathered there that are similar to myself; more than the average man, above the rest. Perhaps there I will find a purpose to my existance...wills to bend to my every whim, followers to grow from those that have passed on. A legacy, to become, among mere mortals.
I can become more than I am now, I can grow stronger. I can even become as I once was, a god. Or at the least I can grow strong enough to challenge them. I will vanquish that being from whence I came; I will not allow us both to continue.
I am the dark cleric. There can only be one.